So... I sort of abandoned ship for awhile. I don't really have an explanation for that. So... sorry? *holds out apology cookies*
Fourth year has been a whirlwind. Here's a rundown...
- My plans for a lab animal residency? Down in flames, up in smoke. I actually opted to withdraw from the Match in mid-January. I had no interview offers and knew I had to make a decision to pursue other things, so I opted to withdraw and started applying to private practices. If there's one thing I've learned in fourth year, it's that I actually do like dealing with clients. I wanted to do small animal and equine (I like cows, they just have zero respect for me and we're best off remaining friends, rather than colleagues). After a few applications around Nova Scotia, I've managed to land a position at a clinic doing small animal and exotics, with the possibility of equine in the future. I'm nervous, but excited for May.
- I passed the NAVLE. It was a good day when I found out. There was wine.
- I'm reasonably proficient in basic surgery. I certainly won't graduate with the most experience, but I feel I have a decent base I can build on, at least the basic stuff like spays and neuters. And really, that's as far as I want to go with surgery. It's just not my bag.
- Speaking of which, I'm currently on companion animal surgery. Not my favourite. Luckily, all the ridiculous weather meant that we missed the better part of a full week of the rotation and that's fine with me.
- Like the title says, just 3 more months, give or take. Actually, that's until graduation. In terms of rotations, it's (eep) 8 weeks. Two more weeks of surgery, then three weeks of diagnostic services and then I'm off to Louisiana for a three week externship at the Tulane National Primate Research Center. Yeah, I'm stoked. Admittedly, it's going to be kind of a working vacation.
- I acquired another cat. You know, because. He came out of a hoarding situation with 100+ cats. He's just about a year old now, I got him in December. And he's kind of a jerk-butt. He doesn't mean to be a jerk-butt. But he's a young boy cat and just can't help himself; their default setting is jerk-butt.
Saturday, February 21, 2015
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
I'm fine.
John Bridger: How do you feel?
Charlie Croker: [shrugging] I'm fine.
John Bridger: Fine? You know what "fine" stands for, don't you?
Charlie Croker: Yeah, unfortunately.
John Bridger: Freaked out...
Charlie Croker: Insecure...
John Bridger: Neurotic...
Charlie Croker: And Emotional.
With the above definition, I have mostly been "fine" on this rotation. I'm either freaked out about a procedure I have to do (often with the client watching me), insecure about my answers at morning rounds, neurotic about over-analyzing my patient exams (is this normal? ooh, that's up a little, do I need to worry about that? why is his AST down??!), and emotional because either something fantastic has just happened or something horrible.- The Italian Job
Large animal medicine is almost over. Which means almost six weeks of my fourth year is over. This is has been substantially different from my first three weeks on fish health.
Namely, patients die.
Okay, fish die too. But it's just less emotional. From a welfare/lab animal perspective, fish suffering is no different from any other animal suffering. But whether it's societal conditioning, or just the difference in management (after all, I wasn't setting up IV lines and doing ultrasounds on the fish and the fish didn't have humans attached and names and stories), for me it's just plain sadder when a non-fish dies. (Your mileage may vary.)
People often comment to me, "Oh, I don't know how you can stand it! I just couldn't put an animal to sleep." To be honest, that's not the part that bothers me. Sure, it's sad. I screamed like a baby when my dogs were put down. I am moved seeing a clients' animal euthanized. It's a goodbye, of course it's sad. But 9 times out of 10, it's in the animal's best interest. In vet med, we can do what (most) human doctors can't. We can end suffering once and for all. We can take the pain away.
What gets me are the ones we just can't save.
Maybe we just don't know what they have. Maybe we know what they have, but we just get them too late. Maybe they just go overnight. I can't go into specifics on this blog, but we've had a rough couple days in large animal medicine with a few deaths; things that just couldn't be helped. When I came in this morning, I asked a classmate about a patient who came in yesterday. He told me he died overnight. It turned out to be a fluke thing that no one could have anticipated and even if they had, there was nothing that could have beeen done about it. But it didn't change the fact that I got irrationally angry at the universe and stood in that stall and cried. Not long, but I did. Then there was stuff to do. There's always stuff to do, but sometimes, you just need that five minutes in a dark stall to let it pass, so you can get on with the patients that are still alive and still need you.
Saturday, June 7, 2014
An Open Letter From A Senior Student On Rotations
Hello clients!
A teaching hospital is a bit of a weird environment compared with your neighbourhood vet clinic. It's a world of extremes. We have general vaccine and well puppy/kitten checks, and the most dire of chemotherapy and complicated surgery. We have tiny birds and huge draft horses. And it's the most experienced knowledgeable specialists combined with the larval forms known as senior students.
The senior student may be the first person you meet after reception. They may seem like they're reading off a script while they ask for a history because they are determined not to miss a detail. They will probably take copious notes and ask you to repeat things so everything is correct. Please be patient with us. We are learning. We haven't developed that sixth sense and intuition yet. Your regular vet may take 10 minutes to do a physical, but the senior student might take three times that. It's because we're double and triple checking in our own heads. As I am examining your animal, this is what's going through my head: Is that a crackle in that lung? Are those gut sounds increased? Are these gums pink or a little pale? Is that a murmur or just the hair on the stethoscope? Oh crap, forgot to check the joints. Temperature is 38.1, what's normal in this species? 37.2 to 38.5? Something like that? Wait, but it's a neonate, what's normal in them?
You might think we're inept. And we kind of are. But I promise you, that doesn't mean we're stupid or uncaring. Once we have consulted with our rotation clinician, 99% of us will rush off to read EVERYTHING we can get our hands on about that disease. Its mechanisms, the drugs that treat it, the side effects of those drugs, management of the disease, diagnostic tests, prognosis and complications. We'll look up differentials for that disease. We will spend hours pouring over your animal's tests results. So don't worry, and try not to be too critical of us to our faces; we may pee our pants in terror.
On the first day of this rotation, the senior clinician asked if anyone was afraid of dealing with clients. I said I was. I probably won't ever forget her advice to me: "Clients just want to know that you care." And we do. We are pet owners too. We will spend our free time grooming your animal. We will come in when we don't have to to see how they're doing. We fret about them when they aren't doing well, and we celebrate when they improve. Every morning on my large animal medicine rotation, the greeting between students isn't, "Morning, how're you?" Instead, it's, "Morning, how's your patient?" If it's a food animal or a new foal and it comes in without a name, we will give it one because we just feel connected to them (there are usually long drawn out conversations of, "Does this calf look like a Jenny or a Phoebe to you?"). If it has a name, it'll get a cutesy nickname. We treat them like they're our own.
So next time a senior student is in front of you and stumbling through the history and pestering you about vaccine history and what dewormer you used last, take a breath and be patient with them. They won't let you (or your animal) down.
A teaching hospital is a bit of a weird environment compared with your neighbourhood vet clinic. It's a world of extremes. We have general vaccine and well puppy/kitten checks, and the most dire of chemotherapy and complicated surgery. We have tiny birds and huge draft horses. And it's the most experienced knowledgeable specialists combined with the larval forms known as senior students.
The senior student may be the first person you meet after reception. They may seem like they're reading off a script while they ask for a history because they are determined not to miss a detail. They will probably take copious notes and ask you to repeat things so everything is correct. Please be patient with us. We are learning. We haven't developed that sixth sense and intuition yet. Your regular vet may take 10 minutes to do a physical, but the senior student might take three times that. It's because we're double and triple checking in our own heads. As I am examining your animal, this is what's going through my head: Is that a crackle in that lung? Are those gut sounds increased? Are these gums pink or a little pale? Is that a murmur or just the hair on the stethoscope? Oh crap, forgot to check the joints. Temperature is 38.1, what's normal in this species? 37.2 to 38.5? Something like that? Wait, but it's a neonate, what's normal in them?
You might think we're inept. And we kind of are. But I promise you, that doesn't mean we're stupid or uncaring. Once we have consulted with our rotation clinician, 99% of us will rush off to read EVERYTHING we can get our hands on about that disease. Its mechanisms, the drugs that treat it, the side effects of those drugs, management of the disease, diagnostic tests, prognosis and complications. We'll look up differentials for that disease. We will spend hours pouring over your animal's tests results. So don't worry, and try not to be too critical of us to our faces; we may pee our pants in terror.
On the first day of this rotation, the senior clinician asked if anyone was afraid of dealing with clients. I said I was. I probably won't ever forget her advice to me: "Clients just want to know that you care." And we do. We are pet owners too. We will spend our free time grooming your animal. We will come in when we don't have to to see how they're doing. We fret about them when they aren't doing well, and we celebrate when they improve. Every morning on my large animal medicine rotation, the greeting between students isn't, "Morning, how're you?" Instead, it's, "Morning, how's your patient?" If it's a food animal or a new foal and it comes in without a name, we will give it one because we just feel connected to them (there are usually long drawn out conversations of, "Does this calf look like a Jenny or a Phoebe to you?"). If it has a name, it'll get a cutesy nickname. We treat them like they're our own.
So next time a senior student is in front of you and stumbling through the history and pestering you about vaccine history and what dewormer you used last, take a breath and be patient with them. They won't let you (or your animal) down.
Thursday, March 20, 2014
BToW: Down Time
"What do you like to do outside of school?"
Regardless of what you may hear, vet students don't spend every waking minute either at school or studying. You just CAN'T. You'd burn out and/or go postal before the end of first semester. Sure, we study a lot. We spend a lot of time at school. I have had 12 hour days at school and that was before adding on any extra studying I had to do that night, and I'm not even on clinics yet. So what do we do to retain our sanity? We must have other interests, right?
Well DUH.
I'm probably one of the biggest nerds you'll ever meet. Science fiction, fantasy, video games, I'm a massive Japan-o-phile (in case previous posts haven't tipped you off). I'm not a huge table-top game person, mostly because I suck at them (Who has two thumbs and could lose to a toddler at Settlers of Catan? This girl.)
Doctor Who and Orphan Black (Season 2 April 19!!) take up way too much of my time. I have not one, but two sonic screwdrivers. And I currently have a Tuesday night date every week with Face Off on Space (the Canadian version of SyFy). I'm always glad that exams end as the summer blockbuster season is ramping up. Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Guardians of the Galaxy, X-Men: Days of Future Past, The Amazing Spiderman 2... I will manage to fit in all of these around clinical rotations somehow.
I've actually lost track of how many anime/manga series I've followed through my life. It started when I was a little kid, though I didn't know that's what it was when I was watching Astro Boy. Then Sailor Moon (which I would end up re-watching as an adult to catch all the stuff that was horribly edited out), and in no particular order: Pokemon, Digimon, Mobile Suit Gundam Wing (don't judge me), Tenjou Tenge, Outlaw Star, The Demon Ororon, Chrome Shelled Regios, Darker than Black, Devil May Cry, Princess Mononoke, Yu-Gi-Oh, and most recently, Shingeki no Kyojin/Attack on Titan. I'm probably missing some in there too, but those are the ones that immediately come to mind. Because there's nothing like watching people get devoured by huge titans to remind you that maybe studying chicken viruses isn't so bad.
Addition Japanese obsessions: cosplay, geiko and maiko, food, kimono (I own 10, I think), lolita fashion, J-pop and J-rock, and I own a cheap katana.
Lest you think I'm a typical pasty stuck inside gamer geek (okay, I am pasty...), I am reasonably active. I've been running since December, and I'm doing my first 5k in April, and I've been an avid horseback rider since high school, though sadly separated from my horse since vet school started. I don't play hockey, but I do watch it. Go Penguins!
As you can tell from my blog background, I love the sea. Tall ships, pirates, anything to do with the sea-faring days of yore. I grew up on the Atlantic surrounded by that and I can't imagine living somewhere that I couldn't drive to the ocean in a couple hours.
Finally, as many of my classmates can tell you, I bake. Usually while I'm procrastinating.
Regardless of what you may hear, vet students don't spend every waking minute either at school or studying. You just CAN'T. You'd burn out and/or go postal before the end of first semester. Sure, we study a lot. We spend a lot of time at school. I have had 12 hour days at school and that was before adding on any extra studying I had to do that night, and I'm not even on clinics yet. So what do we do to retain our sanity? We must have other interests, right?
Well DUH.
I'm probably one of the biggest nerds you'll ever meet. Science fiction, fantasy, video games, I'm a massive Japan-o-phile (in case previous posts haven't tipped you off). I'm not a huge table-top game person, mostly because I suck at them (Who has two thumbs and could lose to a toddler at Settlers of Catan? This girl.)
Doctor Who and Orphan Black (Season 2 April 19!!) take up way too much of my time. I have not one, but two sonic screwdrivers. And I currently have a Tuesday night date every week with Face Off on Space (the Canadian version of SyFy). I'm always glad that exams end as the summer blockbuster season is ramping up. Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Guardians of the Galaxy, X-Men: Days of Future Past, The Amazing Spiderman 2... I will manage to fit in all of these around clinical rotations somehow.
I've actually lost track of how many anime/manga series I've followed through my life. It started when I was a little kid, though I didn't know that's what it was when I was watching Astro Boy. Then Sailor Moon (which I would end up re-watching as an adult to catch all the stuff that was horribly edited out), and in no particular order: Pokemon, Digimon, Mobile Suit Gundam Wing (don't judge me), Tenjou Tenge, Outlaw Star, The Demon Ororon, Chrome Shelled Regios, Darker than Black, Devil May Cry, Princess Mononoke, Yu-Gi-Oh, and most recently, Shingeki no Kyojin/Attack on Titan. I'm probably missing some in there too, but those are the ones that immediately come to mind. Because there's nothing like watching people get devoured by huge titans to remind you that maybe studying chicken viruses isn't so bad.
Addition Japanese obsessions: cosplay, geiko and maiko, food, kimono (I own 10, I think), lolita fashion, J-pop and J-rock, and I own a cheap katana.
Lest you think I'm a typical pasty stuck inside gamer geek (okay, I am pasty...), I am reasonably active. I've been running since December, and I'm doing my first 5k in April, and I've been an avid horseback rider since high school, though sadly separated from my horse since vet school started. I don't play hockey, but I do watch it. Go Penguins!
As you can tell from my blog background, I love the sea. Tall ships, pirates, anything to do with the sea-faring days of yore. I grew up on the Atlantic surrounded by that and I can't imagine living somewhere that I couldn't drive to the ocean in a couple hours.
Finally, as many of my classmates can tell you, I bake. Usually while I'm procrastinating.
Saturday, March 15, 2014
BToW: The Importance of Diagnostics
"What has been the most interesting case you have seen?"
I'm actually going to talk about my own dog here. 1) Because I can tell you everything without running afoul of confidentiality stuff and 2) because her case nicely illustrates why your vet wants to spend more of your money on things like bloodwork. For all you vet students and/or pre-vets and/or armchair vets, here's your case!
So, meet Baby.
June 2012:
Signalment: 13 year old female spayed Valley Bulldog.
History: Presented for a geriatric pet wellness exam. Lives with an indoor/outdoor cat. No real complaints from owners. Eating, drinking, urinating and defecating normally. Eating a grain-free store bought dry diet, some table scraps. Vaccines not up to date, had her puppy series, but nothing since. Dewormed a few times a year. Dog aggressive, kept away from other dogs at all times, except for an occassional visit from with the owner's daughter (my sister) who has a 2 year old Chihuahua, who is up to date on vaccines.
Physical exam findings: Good condition, 18kg, not over or underweight, some dental calculus, some dandruff, heart and lung ascultation normal, TPR normal. Mild opacity in eye but doesn't seem to cause problems (probably normal age related change and not cataracts.) Slight pot-bellied appearance, but she's a bulldog.
Owner's daughter is a vet student (c'est moi, duh) and wants a geriatric blood panel done. Results below with normals in parantheses)
WBC: 8.68 x 10^9/l (6-17)
LYM: 1.46 x 10^9/l (1-4.8)
MON: 0.46 x 10^9/l (0.2-1.5)
NEU: 6.50 x 10^9/l (3-12)
EOS: 0.18 x 10^9/l (0-0.8)
BAS: 0.08 x 10^9/l (0-0.4)
LY%: 16.8% (12-30)
MO%: 5.3% (2-4)
NE%: 74.8% (62-87)
EO%: 2.1% (0-8)
BA%: 0.9% (0-2)
RBC: 5.98 x 10^12/l (5.5-8.5)
HGB: 15.5 g/dl (12-18)
HCT: 43.25% (37-55)
MCV: 72 fl (60-77)
MCH: 26 pg (19.5-24.5)
MCHC: 35.9 g/dl (31-34)
PLT: 406 x 10^9/l (200-500)
ALB: 48 g/l (25-44)
ALP: 964 U/l (20-150)
ALT: 154 U/l (10-118)
AMY: 793 U/l (200-1200)
BUN: 7.4 mmol/l (2.5-8.9)
CA: 3.15 mmol/l (2.15-2.95)
PHOS: 1.68 mmol/l (0.94-2.13)
CRE: 87 umol/l (27-124)
GLU: 5.4 mmol/l (3.3-6.1)
NA+: 144 mmol/l (138-160)
TP: 75 g/l (54-62)
GLOB: 27 g/l (23-52)
A few abnormalities. The big glaring one is the ALP. She's not on steroids or anti-convulsants, she's certainly not a young growing animal, so the other big differential is hyperadrenocorticism (Cushing's). It sort of fits with her bad skin and pot-belly and with the old female signalment, but she's not the classic polyuric/polydipsic Cushing's dog. The monocytosis could be due to that too, but with no lymphopenia, we can't call it a stress leukogram (most offten associated with stress, or with steroids whether exogenous or endogenous).One of the biggest causes of high calcium is humoral hypercalcemia of malignancy; basically some tumors have this weird ability to secrete something called parathyroid hormone related protein (peptide? something that starts with p). The parathyroid gland takes this as a signal that the body is low in calcium, even though it isn't. So it increases calcium by taking it from the bones. One of the most common types of tumor that does this is perianal gland adenocarcinomas. A rectal exam was done, with no masses found.
The rule is, if you don't have a strong suspicion of Cushing's don't test for it, due to the high rate of false positives and the cost of testing. Baby's owners are told to watch for signs and bring her back if they see other signs. Until then, she's put on an EFA supplement to manage her skin problems.
December 2013:
Baby comes back, this time with a presenting complaint of (you guessed it) polyuria and polydipsia. She'd happily drain the bathtub if you let her and her urine looks basically the same coming out as going in. Could be diabetes mellitus, could be a progression of her suspected Cushing's. Oh, and she's had a couple episodes of impacted anal glands. Vet knows that money is a concern and provided the bloodwork doesn't show anything else weird, he's willing to start her on trilostane or mitotane for the Cushing's without doing all the expensive hormonal testing, since vet student daughter is home on winter break and can be in contact with him every few days and monitor the dog closely.
The bloodwork shows no diabetes mellitus, but does show the calcium is high; higher than it was a year and a half ago. It's now at 3.5. Vet does a rectal exam and... there's a small mass.
Given her age, the owners opted for palliative care and treating her polyuria/polydipsia with furosemide to bring the calcium down. She got a few more good weeks, and was euthanized in early February 2014.
The moral: Do the diagnostics. They aren't just to run up the bill.
I'm actually going to talk about my own dog here. 1) Because I can tell you everything without running afoul of confidentiality stuff and 2) because her case nicely illustrates why your vet wants to spend more of your money on things like bloodwork. For all you vet students and/or pre-vets and/or armchair vets, here's your case!
So, meet Baby.
Signalment: 13 year old female spayed Valley Bulldog.
History: Presented for a geriatric pet wellness exam. Lives with an indoor/outdoor cat. No real complaints from owners. Eating, drinking, urinating and defecating normally. Eating a grain-free store bought dry diet, some table scraps. Vaccines not up to date, had her puppy series, but nothing since. Dewormed a few times a year. Dog aggressive, kept away from other dogs at all times, except for an occassional visit from with the owner's daughter (my sister) who has a 2 year old Chihuahua, who is up to date on vaccines.
Physical exam findings: Good condition, 18kg, not over or underweight, some dental calculus, some dandruff, heart and lung ascultation normal, TPR normal. Mild opacity in eye but doesn't seem to cause problems (probably normal age related change and not cataracts.) Slight pot-bellied appearance, but she's a bulldog.
Owner's daughter is a vet student (c'est moi, duh) and wants a geriatric blood panel done. Results below with normals in parantheses)
WBC: 8.68 x 10^9/l (6-17)
LYM: 1.46 x 10^9/l (1-4.8)
MON: 0.46 x 10^9/l (0.2-1.5)
NEU: 6.50 x 10^9/l (3-12)
EOS: 0.18 x 10^9/l (0-0.8)
BAS: 0.08 x 10^9/l (0-0.4)
LY%: 16.8% (12-30)
MO%: 5.3% (2-4)
NE%: 74.8% (62-87)
EO%: 2.1% (0-8)
BA%: 0.9% (0-2)
RBC: 5.98 x 10^12/l (5.5-8.5)
HGB: 15.5 g/dl (12-18)
HCT: 43.25% (37-55)
MCV: 72 fl (60-77)
MCH: 26 pg (19.5-24.5)
MCHC: 35.9 g/dl (31-34)
PLT: 406 x 10^9/l (200-500)
ALB: 48 g/l (25-44)
ALP: 964 U/l (20-150)
ALT: 154 U/l (10-118)
AMY: 793 U/l (200-1200)
BUN: 7.4 mmol/l (2.5-8.9)
CA: 3.15 mmol/l (2.15-2.95)
PHOS: 1.68 mmol/l (0.94-2.13)
CRE: 87 umol/l (27-124)
GLU: 5.4 mmol/l (3.3-6.1)
NA+: 144 mmol/l (138-160)
TP: 75 g/l (54-62)
GLOB: 27 g/l (23-52)
A few abnormalities. The big glaring one is the ALP. She's not on steroids or anti-convulsants, she's certainly not a young growing animal, so the other big differential is hyperadrenocorticism (Cushing's). It sort of fits with her bad skin and pot-belly and with the old female signalment, but she's not the classic polyuric/polydipsic Cushing's dog. The monocytosis could be due to that too, but with no lymphopenia, we can't call it a stress leukogram (most offten associated with stress, or with steroids whether exogenous or endogenous).One of the biggest causes of high calcium is humoral hypercalcemia of malignancy; basically some tumors have this weird ability to secrete something called parathyroid hormone related protein (peptide? something that starts with p). The parathyroid gland takes this as a signal that the body is low in calcium, even though it isn't. So it increases calcium by taking it from the bones. One of the most common types of tumor that does this is perianal gland adenocarcinomas. A rectal exam was done, with no masses found.
The rule is, if you don't have a strong suspicion of Cushing's don't test for it, due to the high rate of false positives and the cost of testing. Baby's owners are told to watch for signs and bring her back if they see other signs. Until then, she's put on an EFA supplement to manage her skin problems.
December 2013:
Baby comes back, this time with a presenting complaint of (you guessed it) polyuria and polydipsia. She'd happily drain the bathtub if you let her and her urine looks basically the same coming out as going in. Could be diabetes mellitus, could be a progression of her suspected Cushing's. Oh, and she's had a couple episodes of impacted anal glands. Vet knows that money is a concern and provided the bloodwork doesn't show anything else weird, he's willing to start her on trilostane or mitotane for the Cushing's without doing all the expensive hormonal testing, since vet student daughter is home on winter break and can be in contact with him every few days and monitor the dog closely.
The bloodwork shows no diabetes mellitus, but does show the calcium is high; higher than it was a year and a half ago. It's now at 3.5. Vet does a rectal exam and... there's a small mass.
Given her age, the owners opted for palliative care and treating her polyuria/polydipsia with furosemide to bring the calcium down. She got a few more good weeks, and was euthanized in early February 2014.
The moral: Do the diagnostics. They aren't just to run up the bill.
Thursday, March 6, 2014
BToW: Why I chose the Gentle Island
"How did you choose which school to attend? What things do you like and dislike about your school's location?"
Well, I didn't. The system in Canada is a little different from in the USA. There's only 5 colleges in Canada and one is francophone. The system is strictly regional. In the USA, many (all?) schools take out of state students. They have a smaller chance of getting in compared with in state and they pay higher tuition, but they can apply. In Canada, you can't. If I were to apply to Saskatchewan, or Alberta, or Ontario, as far as I know, they wouldn't even look at my application. This was very frustrating after my first rejection from AVC; I can't tell you how many people told me to apply to Ontario.
There are other options; we can apply to any American school and the overseas ones (Edinburgh, Dublin, etc) and the caribbean schools. But you need seriously deep pockets. In the USA, students are guaranteed the cost of attendance in loans for accredited schools (as is my understanding). In Canada, no such luck. Between federal and provincial government loans, I can get just over $14,000 a year; and banks are pretty tight fisted. Tuition at the other schools starts at $30,000 a year and goes up.
So it was AVC or bust.
My standard response when people ask me if I like the island is, "I love AVC. I hate PEI." Don't get me wrong, PEI suits some people very well. It's pretty in the summer, there are some great restaurants in Charlottetown and there's all kinds of festivals and events during the tourist season. The faculty at AVC are great. Additional benefits are that it's still in Canada, and it's the closest option to my parents' house. I can be home in about 5 hours. Oh, and I can still get cheap lobster and really good fish and chips.
But it's small. Really small. I did most of my undergraduate studies in Halifax, NS and I am very much a Haligonian* at heart. While Halifax is hardly a metropolis itself, I am constantly comparing Charlottetown to a city 10 times the size. It's less diverse. It's less convenient. It's less walkable. The public transit is one step above non-existent. Things close early. Mail is slow here. Electricity is expensive. Hell, everything is expensive on account of needing to be brought from the mainland. There is no Second Cup. I once needed dental wax at 12:30 on a Saturday night**. In Halifax, I ran down to the 24 hour pharmacy. Here, I would have been stuck until noon the next day.
And the weather. May-September is pretty nice. It can get into the 30C+ range (often 35+ with the humidex), but usually it's good. But winter does not screw around. I wasn't prepared. Everyone said, "Oh, it's so windy!" Really, the wind is no worse that Halifax. But the temperature difference? And the snow difference? No one mentioned those!
If you like small towns, don't mind snow and cold, and like seafood and potatoes, give PEI some consideration. If you can't, then do what I couldn't, and apply somewhere else.
With all of that said... If I could apply anywhere, I probably still would have ended up at AVC. Finances just made anywhere outside of Canada unfeasible, and besides, I love my country and I'm reluctant to leave it. My dad was a stroke survivor and not in great shape when I matriculated. My mom isn't that severe, but isn't the healthiest of people. So I'd be really reluctant to go anywhere that I couldn't get home easily and quickly. For me, the convenience factor outweighs the other stuff.
*Isn't that a great word? No one knows where it came from.
**Tooth broke while watching a movie and eating a Skor bar at home. It left a sharp point that I kept scratching my tongue on. Nothing weird.
Well, I didn't. The system in Canada is a little different from in the USA. There's only 5 colleges in Canada and one is francophone. The system is strictly regional. In the USA, many (all?) schools take out of state students. They have a smaller chance of getting in compared with in state and they pay higher tuition, but they can apply. In Canada, you can't. If I were to apply to Saskatchewan, or Alberta, or Ontario, as far as I know, they wouldn't even look at my application. This was very frustrating after my first rejection from AVC; I can't tell you how many people told me to apply to Ontario.
There are other options; we can apply to any American school and the overseas ones (Edinburgh, Dublin, etc) and the caribbean schools. But you need seriously deep pockets. In the USA, students are guaranteed the cost of attendance in loans for accredited schools (as is my understanding). In Canada, no such luck. Between federal and provincial government loans, I can get just over $14,000 a year; and banks are pretty tight fisted. Tuition at the other schools starts at $30,000 a year and goes up.
So it was AVC or bust.
My standard response when people ask me if I like the island is, "I love AVC. I hate PEI." Don't get me wrong, PEI suits some people very well. It's pretty in the summer, there are some great restaurants in Charlottetown and there's all kinds of festivals and events during the tourist season. The faculty at AVC are great. Additional benefits are that it's still in Canada, and it's the closest option to my parents' house. I can be home in about 5 hours. Oh, and I can still get cheap lobster and really good fish and chips.
But it's small. Really small. I did most of my undergraduate studies in Halifax, NS and I am very much a Haligonian* at heart. While Halifax is hardly a metropolis itself, I am constantly comparing Charlottetown to a city 10 times the size. It's less diverse. It's less convenient. It's less walkable. The public transit is one step above non-existent. Things close early. Mail is slow here. Electricity is expensive. Hell, everything is expensive on account of needing to be brought from the mainland. There is no Second Cup. I once needed dental wax at 12:30 on a Saturday night**. In Halifax, I ran down to the 24 hour pharmacy. Here, I would have been stuck until noon the next day.
And the weather. May-September is pretty nice. It can get into the 30C+ range (often 35+ with the humidex), but usually it's good. But winter does not screw around. I wasn't prepared. Everyone said, "Oh, it's so windy!" Really, the wind is no worse that Halifax. But the temperature difference? And the snow difference? No one mentioned those!
If you like small towns, don't mind snow and cold, and like seafood and potatoes, give PEI some consideration. If you can't, then do what I couldn't, and apply somewhere else.
With all of that said... If I could apply anywhere, I probably still would have ended up at AVC. Finances just made anywhere outside of Canada unfeasible, and besides, I love my country and I'm reluctant to leave it. My dad was a stroke survivor and not in great shape when I matriculated. My mom isn't that severe, but isn't the healthiest of people. So I'd be really reluctant to go anywhere that I couldn't get home easily and quickly. For me, the convenience factor outweighs the other stuff.
*Isn't that a great word? No one knows where it came from.
**Tooth broke while watching a movie and eating a Skor bar at home. It left a sharp point that I kept scratching my tongue on. Nothing weird.
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Some days you just don't get it
Friday was one of those days.
So Friday was our Diagnostic Radiology midterm. Topics covered: equine distal limb (knee/hock down), small animal urinary system and small animal reproductive. We have an hour looking at cases on computers, and then an hour long written portion. I'm going through the computer part, doing reasonably well, when I get to about the 11th or 12th case. Which goes a little like this
And I thought, hey no big deal, it's an OCD lesion, distal intermediate ridge of the tibia. But what the hell does "sitting on the fence" mean?! Did he try to jump the fence and missed? Is it some awkward way to describe how he's standing? But I ignore it and move on.
Later, I'm talking to a classmate during the traditional post-exam debrief/bitching session, and lamenting that I had no idea what that meant. His reponse, "It was the horse's name."
That makes so much more sense now...
So Friday was our Diagnostic Radiology midterm. Topics covered: equine distal limb (knee/hock down), small animal urinary system and small animal reproductive. We have an hour looking at cases on computers, and then an hour long written portion. I'm going through the computer part, doing reasonably well, when I get to about the 11th or 12th case. Which goes a little like this
"Sitting on the fence" 3 year old Quarter Horse stallion, lame left hind legFollowed by an image like this:
And I thought, hey no big deal, it's an OCD lesion, distal intermediate ridge of the tibia. But what the hell does "sitting on the fence" mean?! Did he try to jump the fence and missed? Is it some awkward way to describe how he's standing? But I ignore it and move on.
Later, I'm talking to a classmate during the traditional post-exam debrief/bitching session, and lamenting that I had no idea what that meant. His reponse, "It was the horse's name."
That makes so much more sense now...
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